#Chapter46

AMELIA POV

Anger.

It was pulsing through my veins. My breathing was heavy and staggered and my skin stung from the amount of salty tears falling onto it.

He killed my mother.

I knew he didn't do it directly, the memory of my uncle shooting my mother's brains out is something that I could never forget.

But he was the reason.

He was the reason my mother wasn't shoe shopping with me, or making breakfast, or gossiping about cute boys in high school with me.

He snatched my life within an instant.

At this point I was like a corpse. My limp legs were sprawled across the floor and...